I have been thinking about exits and entrances lately, how we choose to come into this world and how we choose to go out. It is my personal belief that they are incredibly poignant and mystical moments.
I find fascination in who we choose to come through, what family we join, the lessons that will/will not be learned in this life time, and in turn how we 'choose' to exit, leaving this existence behind. Yes, it can be argued that often we do not have the choice, that what is fated is fated when it comes to death, however intrinsically I feel like in that moment we know when it is time to let go and when it is time to fight.
Essentially we are all just passing through, making this life even more noteworthy. And if this life is all just a collection of random acts and undirected moments, then the miracle of you, of us, needs to be held in the highest of regard even more so, through all struggle, in celebration, and even in the mundanity of it all. Don't you agree? -tM